Hee That Marries For Wealth Sells His

Light Burdens, Long Borne, Grow Heavy.

He That Measures Not Himselfe, Is Measured.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden Bell.

The Life Of Man Is A Winter Way.